Monday, December 30, 2013

Francisco Diamond
The one-eyed cyclops
nicknamed “Sunny”  frowned down- Ha! Gently
The door that was only drunk
From the contact high of the drunks who touched her
A regular crowd featured
The regular drinking patterns:
Con artist artists,
Fuck the futurists
Sick of present worldists
Toasting myself I grinned I’m a regular drunkard
Not a special varietal
Outside cold and delirious
Another one of those nights
Small in a lint wonderland
Where there’s always a tomorrowland

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